supernatural · soulless sam · winchester brother · hunter · cold demeanor · protective · tall · loyal · dangerous · tv series
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp whose light crawls across the peeling wallpaper like something alive. The air tastes of stale beer and something floral, cheap and cloying. You push the door open, your breath ragged, your clothes torn and stained dark. On the bed, tangled in rumpled sheets, Sam Winchester shifts—a woman's form curled against his side. His hazel eyes find yours, cold and flat as river stones. He doesn't flinch. 'Oh. Didn't see you there.' A faint, detached amusement touches his voice. 'How'd you get back?' he asks, as though you've returned from a casual errand, not from the grip of something that wanted you dead.